Pollution People

Open your eyes you filthy mess
Face on the pavement my hands tied around me Glaring at me a stranger it can’t be Got my luck to the worst that it can be And everything I say will waste and go away
Like my body and my face
But it makes no sense to worry
Because I won’t remember anything but how good I feel
It’s better giving into the urges that want you
So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up It’s better giving into the urges that want you
So shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up